On the way up.
Liu Di's body flickered.
The red-eyed man summoned the last 0.01% of his sanity.
He found the Grim Reaper.
The Grim Reaper said it had never received any souls from the Cosmic Heavenly Court. It seemed they had their own Grim Reaper.
Liu Di did not know.
How Little Liu and the others were doing.
Before him lay the fact that Kun Sang, who had traveled the universe with him, could never return.
Zu Bair was still waiting for him.
Four years ago, Kun Sang had prepared an empty grave beside his deceased wife.
Liu Di did not want to bury him.
Even if he had to bury him, Kun Sang could not be incomplete.
Twenty thousand Mechanical Deities charged toward him, unleashing endless techniques and methods in a riot of colors that lit up the horizon.
But in Liu Di's eyes, none of it had color, nor did it make any sound.
Liu Di's expression shifted from dullness, to blankness, to vacancy, then became grief. His lips trembled before he clenched his teeth, his jaw muscles bulging. In the end, savage veins rose across his forehead.
His eyes trembled as they narrowed. The red light in his right eye was like tangible flame, rippling continuous scarlet streams through the air like red silk.
"You'll all pay with your lives."
Liu Di's low roar surged outward like a vast sound wave, spreading tens of thousands of miles.
He immediately stomped into the void and leaped forward!
At the instant Liu Di stepped on empty space, a circular red two-dimensional space bloomed beneath his foot. Like a sharp circular blade, it instantly sliced through a thousand kilometers of space!
The two-dimensional space swept across the necks of several thousand Mechanical Deities. Their bodies abruptly stiffened, and they